#but also why did he have to die alone in a dark and cold empty room ubisoft how could you do this to me personally

[mrdixon]

sorry, i still love you

pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 1.8k

summary: soft apologies and kisses, or alt; your boyfriend is quite cute in a poncho.

warnings: slight angst…?

A/N: love daryl, love poncho daryl. need him to wrap me up in his big strong arms under his poncho…….. short fic SURPRISINGLY it being under 3k words shakes my bones but its okay because not all my fics have to be astronomically long………. also 100% not proofread im sorry i literally dont have the patience to read over my own work

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It was a late night and you couldn’t sleep like usual. Sighing as you turned your head over to the window, slightly cracked open and letting a breeze through, the faint smell of wet grass from the rain filling your nostrils. The sky was dark, save for the twinkle of the stars and moon. You turned your head over to the nightstand, the clock reading 2:24 am, your gaze then travelling over to an empty picture frame that had a polaroid of you and Daryl wedged between the glass and frame. Picking it up and taking the polaroid between your fingers, it was during your stay at the Greene’s farm a few years ago.

You two didn’t know it yet but there was mutual feelings stirring up between you two, the photo capturing the moment you convinced Daryl to be in a photo with you. His grumpy expression didn’t hide the small smirk tugging at his lips as you wrapped your arms around him. You smiled fondly at the memory, still hearing his irritated grunt as you ushered him over to steal a picture. Tucking the photo back into the frame and setting it down on the nightstand you stared up at the ceiling, wondering where your boyfriend could be.

It wasn’t out of character for him to be out this late but it still worried you. It was normal for you to be unable to sleep without his warmth next to you, worrying about the worst. You tried really hard not to think about him getting bit but you couldn’t help it, he was capable of taking care of himself so why did you worry so much?

Sighing once again, you sat up, grabbing your necklace that held his initial. Biting at the small piece of metal, a thing you did when you were anxious, tasting the metallic tang. It wasn’t usually this hard for you to fall asleep without him, most nights you’d fall asleep at around 12 am. You were scared mostly.

You and Daryl had been going through a rough patch, most your time together was full of meaningless banter and arguments and you regretted it. It was hard to stay mad at him but you were stubborn, you both were. That fact alone was enough to drive you crazy because one day you’d argue and he wouldn’t return home, either because he got bitten or just got fed up with you. Nevertheless you were trying to change, you didn’t want either of you to die thinking you hated him because you didn’t. God you loved him so much, more than you thought was possible. More than those stupid pair of socks he got you on a random supply run, more than your morning cup of tea, even more than yourself.

You groaned, falling back onto the bed and closing your eyes. There was so much you wanted to say to him, to apologize for being an asshole, to tell him you really did love him. You opened your eyes slightly to look at the bedroom door, still closed… still waiting for him to walk through at any moment…. nope, still not home. You grumbled while placing your hands over your face and kicking your feet, taking a deep breath and rolling over onto your side. Okay, try to sleep… we can sleep… you’re sleeping… your eyes are closed… right?

You groaned again, almost frustrated at yourself for not being able to sleep. Finding yourself quite annoying at how dependent you are of Daryl. You sighed quietly, looking over at his side of the bed and running your hand across it. Empty and cold, the last time you saw him there was in the morning. Right after you argued about something so stupid you couldn’t even remember what it was, still seeing his bare back adorned with scars and tattoos as he got up and left to go out again. You swallowed thickly as you remembered how harsh you were earlier, now deciding to just stay up until he comes home. Wanting to apologize and just kiss him because when was the last time your lips felt his?

Suddenly you heard the door open, sitting up immediately and locking your eyes with the man who occupied your mind at all times. Daryl stood there at the door for a moment, his poncho draped over his body. A cute sight, he looked so small contrary to the fact that he was in fact, not. He stared at you skeptically as he placed his bag down on the floor next to the laundry bin.

“Wha’ are ya doin’ up?” He grumbled, slowly walking over to you and standing next to the bed where you sat. You couldn’t help but look up at him with a giddy smile, feeling relieved and happy that your boyfriend was finally here.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied simply as you looked him up and down, “you look so cute.” Daryl raised a brow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your words. He didn’t really know how to respond to compliments from you, especially after your argument this morning.

He scoffed lightly, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Cute? Really?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, “ain’ tha’ somethin’.” You giggled, reaching out to take his gloved hand in yours, his fingertips exposed as you ran your nails over them.

“C’mere,” you whispered, holding your arms out. He hesitated for a moment before kicking his boots off and moving into your arms, the two of you falling back onto the bed. His arms wrapped around your waist and held you close, his face buried in your shoulder while your own arms wrapped around his back.

The two of you lay like this in silence, it was rare for you two to share moments like these. Often times you were too scared to touch him, afraid he’d push you away. It was never like that for him, he craved your touch as much as you craved his. You both were just too worried about what the other might think that neither of you decided to make any moves. Tonight was different though, you lay there enjoying each other’s company without saying a word.

You heard him breathe in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Finally he broke the comfortable silence. “You really don’ sleep much, do ya?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Nope,” you whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck. “I miss you when you’re gone.” He hummed in response, squeezing you tighter as his body relaxed in exhaustion. You giggled before moving yourself under his poncho, poking your head out from where his was, you two sharing the poncho now.

Daryl felt a sense of contentment as he watched you snuggle closer to him under the poncho, your body heat filling him with love and desire. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, using his other hand to stroke your hair gently and tilt your head up slightly to look into your eyes.

“Yeah, well I guess tha’s fair. We both got used to havin’ each other around,” he admitted softly, looking down at your lips and then back at your eyes while running his fingers through your hair affectionately. “It’s kinda hard ta go back ta bein’ alone after all the time we spent together.”

You nodded, letting him pull you closer to him. Your chest pressing against his as you both stared into each others eyes, his gaze wandering over your face as he tucked strand of hair behind your ear. He sighed, feeling his breath against your face. Despite everything you’d been through together—the fights, disagreements, banter—he knew he still cared for you, he still loved you. And right this moment he couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else by his side more than he wanted you.

“’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both murmured at the same time, shock evident in your expressions. He nibbled his lip, rubbing your chin with his thumb, eventually grazing the pad of it over your bottom lip. “Guess we’ll jus’ have ta make sure we never lose sight of each other again,” he mumbled, voice thick with regret.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you reached up to comb your fingers through his hair. His gaze immediately softened and he let out a small huff while admiring your features up close, his fingers tracing over your jaw. He seemed to melt under your touch, slouching over which caused his face to lean closer to yours. He looked so cute like that, his bottom lip jutted out into a slight pout, his expression resembled a puppy.

Your hand stilled in his hair, pulling him closer and diminishing that small gap between you two and pressing your lips against his. If even possible, he seemed to melt even more, closing his eyes and kissing you back with equal need and affection. His hands gripped your waist tight but gentle under the poncho covering both your bodies, one hand holding the back of your head. He kissed you fervently, fingers digging into your hair as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before reluctantly pulling away. Looking down at you, his expression one of affection and vulnerability.

“Sorry, I still love you.” You whispered, your noses rubbing together, “I love you.” You repeated, the words hanging in the air like a weighty secret, heavy with adoration. He stared at you before slowly closing his eyes and pressing his lips against yours once again, the kiss gentle but passionate. Your fingertips held his jaw, your thumbs absentmindedly caressing the stubble on his chin.

“I love ya too,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion. “More than anythin’ in this world.” His eyes graced over your face, still having that slight pout as he encased your face in his hands, kissing you again. Your eyes fell closed while your fingers ran through his hair, finally pulling him flush against your body. He kissed you slow and gentle, a hand rubbing up and down your back which sent shivers down your spine, his other hand occupied at the base of your neck.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for air, but your eyes remained closed as he pressed his forehead together with yours. Exhaustion rushed through your body and he could tell, pressing a kiss to your forehead before holding onto your waist and the back of your head, flipping you both over gently so he lay on his back. Your cheek pressed between his chest and collarbone as you lay on top of him, still under his poncho. He caressed your head gently, kissing the top of your head while the smell of him invaded your senses. It was a comforting smell, tobacco and the woods, tiring you further. He let out a deep breath, wrapping your arms around your waist loosely as you lay on him, your eyes still closed as you slowly succumbed to sleep.

“Love ya so much (Y/N).” He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. The only thing you heard before finally, falling asleep.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl x reader #twd daryl #daryl x y/n #daryl fluff #twd fluff #norman reedus #mrdixonposts

[ivorryskies]

i need soulmate AU Dazai x fem!reader

The soulmate can be match up however you'd like, btw if you like angst you can make it ansty but I'd like the ending to be fluff!!

Tysm!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷summary: when all hope is lost in the midst of the darkness there is light...but what if that life was a person?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷pairings: Dazai x fem!reader (soulmate au)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷warnings: angst/fluff, mentions of torture, mentions of killing, abit of gore?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Felix's note: omg! I love this i was going to make a soulmate AU this is perfect! I hope you like it! sorry i took too long I was giving midterms <3 heart divider by: @cafekitsune <3 w.c: 1.1k

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it was weird.

was it an ability? a disease? who knew. There was this thing going around in Yokohama about soulmates. There were a lot of symptoms and one by one you felt them. All of them.

┊┊.number 1: the closer you are the warmer you get.

you heard people outside the agency through the window talking about how cold they were feeling all the time. Saying its sad that their soulmate has to be so far. But you. You were always warm. While they were wearing sweaters to protect them from hypothermia. You were doing the opposite.

"what wrong angel, need to take your mind off me~" Dazai teased.

"you wish" you sighed and went back to your report. "and for the record I have a name so consider using it."

he chuckled and strolled away. You felt a warm feeling when he talked to you. Nothing out of the ordinary. This was going on since months. Nothing you couldn't brush off.

┊┊.number 2: you feel their pain. physically.

"OUCH!" you hissed.

Immediately Naomi came to help "oh my gosh whats wrong are you okay!?" she held you for support. "is it the soulmate thing?!"

"did he just get punched in the gut or something?!". You couldn't help but feel cold. Dazai was missing for a few days now ever since he went out. The agency could care less. You could care less. But you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His silly jokes. His teasing. The day felt empty without hi. Maybe you should go looking for him. He's Dazai after all. Probably got all busted up by the mafia. (yes, yes he did)

┊┊.number 3: the first thing they thought about when they saw you appears on your arm and only goes away once you fall inlove with eachother

"look at hers!" the agency were busy pointing to other peoples arms which was clearly readable. You looked with them. Amazed by this. Also distraught by some things that were written. You checked your watch for the time and...wait...was this there?

'pretty eyes'

you turned red and desperately attempted to cover it with you sleeve and sat down trying to calm yourself. Kunnikida noticed and asked "are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah im fine" you hid your face in your hands. until Ranpo screamed.

"her soulmate thinks she has pretty eyes!". Ofcourse you couldn't hide it. Everyone gasped and some laughed. They ran to you to see the imprint up close. Dazai stood in the back looking at a mark he got not too long ago 'flirt'. He had already figured it out. He figured it out ever since he felt warm around you.

He loved you. But did you love him? Was he your soulmate? This thing tells you your soulmate but never guarantees them being your soulmate? He didn't deserve a soulmate. After all hes done. He deserved to die alone. You had another soulmate. And he would be left alone. Just like he thought. He sighed turned around and left.

┊┊.number 4: your dreams are their memories.

you woke up with a tear stained face. Breathing heavy. A nightmare. A very bad one. You were in the mafia? But you have always been in the agency? You weren't the one getting tortured but. You were torturing them? You've been having these nightmares alot. Sometimes the boss was manipulating you. Sometimes you were killing.

Why were you having these dreams. You would never kill someone. That innocent man had such a traumatized face and you killed him in the most brutal way ever. You made him bite the stairs. You smashed his jaw. And shot him thrice. A mafia traitors punishment. But why were you seeing it? Who would do such a thing? This is why you swore to never join the mafia.

┊┊.number 5: you feel what they feel, but this time emotionally

you always felt drained. You hated this? You aren't like this. You never felt anything now. There was this constant guilt in your chest. You never felt empathy now when you were on missions. You were distressed that you weren't feeling anything. This isn't you. Why was this happening. Oh. Your soulmate. That made you sadder at the thought. The thought that your soulmate goes through this everyday. You want to see him. Hug him. This is terrible, someone feeling like this. Who could deal with this?

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A month had passed like this, Everything was the same. Except Dazai had changed. He didn't flirt with you, he didn't even talk to you. He even avoided talking you with him on a mission. Why is he acting like this. Its really bugging you.

Now that you thought about it. You did the same. Avoided him. Never spent time with him. Never offered to do anything for him. It was like now you two had the same personality and did the same thing. It was a silent mutual agreement that happened you don't even remember when. Did it even happen? Why did it happen even if it did.

Now you crossed eachothers paths like you don't know one another.

Like right now. You were outside getting some stuff and he was out to do you don't know what but you saw him walking infront of you. Without a hi, without a hello, no how are you you walked right past eachother. Just like you always di-

┊┊.number 6: and when things will be lost a red string will connect you two that will never break.

You turned around and looked at him. He did the same. Your eyes pen wide. His breathing stopped. A red string on your pinky that connected to his finger. You looked at the string and looked at him. He did the same. You dropped whatever was in your hands and ran to him and hugged him. He didn't say anything but hugged you back. Those dreams were his memories, those feelings were what he felt, you felt warm because he was near. He was the one who thought you had pretty eyes.

"im so..sorry..." you whispered in between sniffles.

he smiled and pat your head soothing you hair and kissed your forehead. " You don't have to be, im sorry too"

"if only i could i would absorb your pain and return it to you as love -louise kaufmann" you said and smiled at him

"its you...it was always you" he whispered.

and thats why with pain and suffering comes rest in the end.

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#bsd imagine #bsd #bsd scenarios #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai imagine #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd imagines #angst with a happy ending

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blessed Are The Meek 7

Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Tommy Shelby

Note: thank you for following along. I’m sure yall didn’t expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

The Commander drives through the streets of the capital. You are as you always are. Eyes down and forward. You touch the grey cuffs of your smock and a wash of dread flows through you.

The weight in your chest sinks further as he comes to a stop. A guardian approaches the car and opens your door. You’re ushered out onto the street. You don’t look back as the tires roll away and you’re left without explanation.

The man makes no move to seize you. He merely directs you onward towards an unmarked door at the side of a tall brick building. Not a word between you as he gestures you inside.

It is brighter within. You follow long bending hallways, pure white walls and unscuffed floors. On and on until you are stopped again. Another door without number or word. He opens it and lets it fall open.

“Go inside. Sit.”

You obey. The door remains open as your footsteps echo in the empty room. You sit in the single chair across from a long curved table. While the chair you claim is cold and hard, those behind the table are cushioned.

You perch on the edge and wait, examining the featureless walls. You twine your fingers together and squeeze. A sterile smell dries your nose as the blankness reminds you of somewhere else. Some time else.

The beeping of machines, the chatter of staff, the sweeping of shadows from doorways, a nurse with a clipboard calling for the next to triage. A child against you, shivering and sobbing against your shoulder. Your son, clinging to his mother, needing her, trusting her.

Another door opens. Three men emerge and claim the seats behind the table. Your vision comes to focus. You don’t know any of them but they are dressed prim like most Commanders.

Your name echoes around you. Not ‘martha’, not ‘woman’, no, your name.

“Is that you?” The man in the center asks.

“Yes,” you answer, your voice catching in your throat.

A pen scratches on paper. The next question. Birthdate? Birth place? Medical conditions? Each answered in confusion. Why do they need to know all this. They’re just sending you to die.

“Children?” The man on the right prompts.

“One.”

Silence. Waiting. You continue.

“A son.”

“Would that be Elijah. Commander of Nalor County.”

“That is his name, I am unable to confirm his title,” you reply in a wisp. A commander? Your some is just the same, torturing women, living off their suffering. 

“You have been a martha to Commander Shelby for how long?”

“I believe four years, but I cannot confirm for sure.”

“You aided his wife in her labour?”

“I did.”

Your neck trickles with sweat and your hair stands on end.

“During which, she died.”

“Yes.”

“And you would agree with the physician’s diagnosis that this was an unpreventable death?”

“I can only take his word. I was there to assist. I am not trained in that practice.”

“And when was your last menstruation?” The man on the left takes over.

You hesitate. You wet your lips with your tongue.

“You do still have a cycle?” He prompts.

“Two weeks ago.”

“And it comes routinely?”

“Yes.”

The men are quiet. They look at each other and then the papers before them. They nod and stand up. They say nothing else before they leave you. You frown. There is little use for an old woman who bleeds like a stuck pig.

You stay as you are. You wait. Your ears ring in the static silence. When at last footfalls approach, you do not look up. The guardian tells you to stand and you follow him from the room.

You are taken to another, again left alone. Two women in tan enter and bark at you to undress. They help, moreso strip you with tugs and yanks. Once you are naked they lay you on the metal table. They force you to bend your legs. You do not fight, too stunned to resist.

They poke and prod between your legs, a single digit slid inside, feeling around until they are content. They take your clothing and leave you, shivering and bare. You sit up and stare at the wall.

Another woman in brown enters. She nears with a parcel and puts it beside you, placing a pair of blue suede shoes on top. A simple word; ‘dress’.

She remains and watches you peel the paper back to reveal the blue dress, a fresh shift, stocking, and cape. You pull each piece on and the aunt helps impatiently, snapping into place the blue cape. You look at her but she will not meet your eye. She is not much older than you.

“Go out. The guardian will guide you.”

You cross the room, shuddering as you try to understand what is happening. It does not make any sense. This whole damn world has no sense.

You go out into the hall and the man in gray leads you on again. You walk with him, not behind him, this time. To what end, you are now completely unsure.

#tommy shelby #dark tommy shelby #dark!tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #drabble #au #handmaid au #blessed are the meek #peaky blinders #series

[estro-gem]

Zooble x Pomni (Platonic): Build the bridge to burn another.

Author's note:

Friends! Friends friends friendsfriendsfriendsfri-

Okay, now that that's out of my system, I present to you; probably the most unpopular pairing to exist in this fandom! In this AU, I've always seen them being very good friends that will insult each other to their hearts content. Neither backing down or holding back and definitely no false pretension.

I might be one of the few who supports this pairing. Zooble has no time for bulsh*t and Pomni is continuously losing her sh*t.

It's perfect, I tell you, PERFECT👌

And finally, Caine is mentioned in more than two sentences. I'm not going to go beyond what I'm about to say: It's a slow start. Interpret it any way you want. :)

That is all.

Warnings:

Not recommended for minors or readers that are sensitive about mental illness, psychotic episodes and existentialism. This story also contains ANGST:

Psychotic episodes

Dissociation

Depressive episodes

Suicidal thoughts

Triggers

Foul/suggestive language.

Fun fact: I almost sent myself down a very dark, familiar hole while writing about Pomni's mindset. I'm ok, though!

SUMMARY:

Pomni is having a hard time after an interesting and revealing conversation she had with Caine. To make matters worse, the jester is pushed to her limit by Zooble's shameless, apathetic mannerisms. She would never understand why they suddenly wouldn't leave her alone, after weeks of receiving the cold shoulder.

BUILD THE BRIDGE TO BURN ANOTHER

Pomni was frozen in place as she desperately tried to wrap her head around the situation that she found herself in.

It was a tough morning leading up to this point, having had little-to-no sleep the night before. It was odd; everyone kept telling her that she technically didn’t need sleep and sustenance, but she felt tired. She was exhausted to say the least. It came to a point where her new life was just floating by with each passing moment, as if she was a mere spectator.

At least, it made things easier to move along, only to start off with the next thing.

The night before, Caine, the ringmaster himself, pulled Pomni aside. She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to the fact that he looked like a pair of glass eyes that were accidentally misplaced in a set of dentures, but beyond that; he had thoughts and opinions, like a human had. It was hard to believe that he was one of the few individuals that she interacted with daily, that weren’t human, but advanced A.I.

While it was miracle, he was horrifying, like a monster from an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog.

How did she recall a television show, but not her own name?

“Pomni! How is our newest member of The Amazing Digital Circus adjusting to her brand-new life in the Digital Plain?” He enthusiastically spoke, like the showman he was programmed to be.

“Uh…” poorly.

There was no question about it; she was adjusting poorly, but she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, “I’m alive… I guess?”

“Why wouldn’t you know… you are right!” Caine triumphantly bellowed, before leaning in too close for the jester’s comfort, “At this rate, you just might beat the record of characters who held out the longest without dying when they first arrived.”

“Wait a minute!” the fool interrupted him just before he could say anything else, “We can die here? Like, pushing up daisies? Final breath and all?”

“Of course, you can! Once your health bar runs empty, you die.” Caine said with an inappropriate amount of chipper.

Pomni felt something foreign rise withing her chest. It felt like hope, with an overwhelming, bitter aftertaste of mind-numbing dread. She found her mind darting to a very dark place – a place she never thought to find herself in. If death was an outcome in this world… and others have died before her…

Did she find an escape, after all?

“Don’t look so disturbed, my dear.” Caine’s light pat on her shoulder ripped her back into reality, as his touch, although artificial, left her flinching into herself. He seemingly paid her reaction no mind. “It will only be a for a few moments! After that, you will respawn and stumble your way back into the position you were before you died – or well, sometimes you’ll respawn a few feet away from that position, but my point still stands!”

The foreign feeling within Pomni instantly dissipated into a bland numbness. Of course, there was a respawn mechanic; how could she ever believe otherwise? In her excitement, she didn’t even consider the logistics of the other characters still being there. Caine’s statement about ‘’holding out for the longest’ suddenly made more sense, but she didn’t like that it did.

There truly was no escape from The Amazing Digital Circus.

Caine’s interrogative questions didn’t end there, but she couldn’t remember much anyway. She vaguely remembered that the ringmaster asked her if her room was to her liking and if she had made any friends so far. His questions were interluded with a monologue following each short answer she gave. She was sure to answer whatever it took to get away and hide in her room as soon as possible.

As it came to be, the jester soon realized that it was foolish for her to have thought that she would be able to keep up a normative façade for that long.

It was an effort to swim through the stale molasses that her mind had become in such a short time.

At one point, she didn’t bother responding, but for a moment, something had her believe that Caine’s tone eventually lost its enthusiasm and greatly decreased in volume. Maybe, at one point, he just stared at her with some unseen form of disdain, but she wouldn’t know – she was too far withing the depths of her mind’s molasses; drowning.

Drowning with the inability to die, forever preserved in the heavy sludge.

Unable to swim up for air. Unable to degrade into the depths.

And yet…

Caine somehow managed to pull her back for brief moments that were long enough for her to have a series of small, fleeting, but coherent thoughts. It was ironic that the showman managed to gain the most attention when growing silent and unenthused. If Pomni had known any better, she would believe that he was being empathetic; helplessly dragged down by the jester’s empty husk that simply chose to stare back at him.

But Pomni did know better.

The ringmaster was probably programmed with a series of reactions and animations in response to people not following the prompt that he gave. She didn’t care at the time, and she doesn’t care now. An A.I. couldn’t feel anything… and at that moment, Pomni hated the fact that she could empathize with Caine too.

She couldn’t feel anything.

SHE COULDN’T FEEL ANYTHING.

It took a moment for Pomni to realize, but Caine was suddenly gone. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but she found herself alone in the uncomfortably large common area. It should have been unnerving just how quiet it suddenly was, but the numbness clung to damper the little fool’s emotions.

She looked down at her hands and flexed her fingers before her mind could command them to do so. It was as if she was separated yet housed within her own body as a spectator. Her legs started moving, but she didn’t know or care where they were taking her. She just knew that she was moved by her body’s own tuition.

The hallway leading to their rooms slowly came into view. It was small, but a comforting feeling gently caressed Pomni’s otherwise distant heart. She was finally able to collapse in her room!

She walked down the hall with no thoughts beyond whatever came into view.

The sounds of struggling and inhuman screaming didn’t phase her too much, until her slow mind comprehended that Jax was fighting and thrashing in retaliation for being intimately intwined with the ribbons of Gangle.

The jester had never seen the smug rabbit act as he did then. He was beyond himself – as mindless as a brick – and desperate. It was unmistakable that he was desperate as he relentlessly fought and reached for the door in front of him. His pupils were blown, and his jaw was slack, causing only the tips of his teeth to gleam in a menacing taunt. The rabbit’s body was practically bulging as the limbs fought against the mighty restraints, but only able to occasionally have his claw nick the door before him.

The door was littered with deep gashes that left small trenches within the sold wood. There were splinters and wood shavings laying at the foot of the door, while long, spindling spirals sprouted from the flat surface. Additional to the craving into the wood, the profile hanging on the front of the character’s room was also assaulted.

Three ugly gashes ran down Ragatha’s face.

It was only a matter of moments before the fighting evolved into the quiet sound of panting and incomprehensible, murmured whispers.

Finally… FINALLY, the confusion sparked Pomni’s mind back into action and she was met with Gangle’s displeased reaction upon spotting her. She dragged Jax down the hall to disappear into her room, followed by Ragatha leaving her room to inspect the damage to her door as if nothing was wrong. The conversation the girls had, was only effective in highlighting two things that Pomni already knew.

Ragatha was delusional beyond help.

Pomni had enough for one day.

While sleep didn’t claim her that night, the little jester’s quiet, dark room was welcoming.

…

Morning came too soon for her liking, and while her mind was clearer than the night before, Pomni’s motivation to get up and leave the confines of her room was unfounded. She did eventually leave to find herself idly waiting in the main area, but she couldn’t understand why.

There was no aim – there was no goal.

There was no end and there was no point in anything. She never thought that she would long for the privilege to say that she would simply live until the day she died. There was no end. She would live this life day after day, for eternity, with no purpose.

It was an endless desert with no end to its borders. Only the merciless sun in the empty sky, with sand dunes that stretched into the ether of the unseen horizon. Growing taller and taller, the dunes loomed over Pomni, who was sinking into the golden sand.

It was then, when a soft voice shook her to her core, effectively ripping her out of her own mind. Pomni was left frozen in the situation she found herself in.

“You really opt to live on the edge, huh?” Zooble spoke with a bemused tone as she stood behind Pomni, with her weight shifted onto one leg.

The jester didn’t mean to, but she swung around so fast, that she lost balance and stumbled forward. She knocked into Zooble before they could react, and they both ended up sprawled out on the floor. Profusely apologizing, Pomni got to work. literally picking up the pieces of Zooble, who’s only complaint was an eyeroll. The little fool’s mind was rushed into a blind panic. She didn’t know how to comprehend the situation; if the abomination fell apart on a regular basis or if it was painful? Traumatic?

“I’m so, so sorry!” Pomni said, cringing as she held the arm and leg out to Zooble, hating how they still wriggled and resembled someone’s touch despite being severed from the body.

“Ugh, would you quit it?” the Zolo-being scoffed, “You totally ruined the vibes-”

“I know! I- I don’t know what came over me, I just lost balance and-”

“Ok, first of all…” Zooble cut off Pomni’s rambling as they stood up having been reassembled once again, “…you don’t interrupt me. You got that, pipsqueak?”

Pomni nodded, “I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m still not finished.” the colourful character interrupted again, with an annoyed, yet even tone. At that time, Pomni reluctantly kept silent as Zooble continued, “Second of all, I can’t be mad at you being a klutz when I literally fall apart every day. Forget about it. Lastly, the vibes I was referring to, was the depro schtick you got going on before. I was digging it, and you went and ruined it.”

There was a silence that stretched for a moment, as Pomni left enough room for Zooble to add whatever they wished without risking being interrupted again.

“Earth to Pomni?” The Zolo-being waved a hand in front of Pomni’s face, “You good?”

“May I speak now?” Pomni spoke without thinking – her tone a little too hostile for her own liking.

The creature huffed a laugh, “Yo, I like this! Do more of this.”

“More of what?”

“You! More of you!” Zooble shook their head while seemingly getting lost in thought, “You actually have a personality beyond ‘I’m sorry!’ and ‘Woe is me!’”

Something about what Zooble said flipped a switch in Pomni. It was an ugly switch.

Pomni felt the fright and frazzle melt into bitter distaste for Zooble’s implications. Before she could count her words, it just slipped out without warning. She noticed her surprising and unannounced sarcasm a bit too late after the words left her, “Oh geez, thank you! That’s such a thoughtful thing for a rejected arts-and-crafts project to say!”

“Wait, WHAT?” Zooble cried out like a kid in a candy store, before laughing with genuine glee, “Depressed AND sassy? Girl, where have you been?”

Pomni pushed away the urge to apologize for what she said before. Instead, she was dumbstruck with just how… happy Zooble seemed with the situation, “…What is wrong with you?”

This place was demented! These people – if she could even call them that at this point – were all insane. The jester had enough. She didn’t want to be there anymore. Things just HAD to continue in the Digital Ciircus, didn’t it? The show must go on, mustn’t it? Well, Pomni didn’t want a part in it! She just wanted to be somewhere else. She wanted to be something else.

She’s had enough.

She decisively turn on her heels and walked away to spare whatever sanity she had left. It felt good to be MAD. She had reason to be ANGRY and it felt GOOD.

“Wait, Pomni wait!” Zooble stopped her laughter to catch up on Pomni’s strides, “Where are you even going?”

“Anywhere that’s far away from all of you!”

“And you think I’m gonna pass up a chance to ditch?” Zooble walked beside Pomni, who refused to look up at her, “Why are you so triggered anyway?”

Pomni rolled her eyes when she left the tent and sighed in exasperation at the sound of Zooble hot on her tail, “Oh, am I supposed to thank you for calling my personality one dimensional?”

Pomni had no idea where she was going, but she was going somewhere.

“The ‘woe is me’ thing? You know I mentioned two things, right? So that would probably make you…” Zooble sounded much too pleased with herself for Pomni’s tolerance to stand, “…2-dimensional?”

Pomni stopped the throw Zooble a filthy look before eyeing them up and down, “You are unbelievable.”

“And you’re more chill than I thought.”

“What about me WALKING AWAY and wanting to BE ALONE, makes you think that ANY of this is ‘chill?’”

“Well, for one; you are finally done hiding behind that meek little mask of yours.” Zooble said almost accusingly, causing Pomni to stop, but not turn around to look back as Zooble continued, “You grew a pair to finally show just how DONE you are with this place.”

Pomni turned around, “What does it matter? Whether I try to be nice… whether I’m angry or sad – it doesn’t change anything! We are trapped here, and you people just go about your day singing kumbaya?”

“Who knew you’d be this spicy.” Zooble said with a taunting smirk, watching Pomni pour her heart out like it was a comedy show.

“You are insufferable!” Pomni accused, walking up to the Zolo-being and poking them harshly in the chest to emphasize her point. When Zooble didn’t react, she growled and walked off as she did before. She still didn’t know where she was going, but she was too overwhelmed to stop.

Stubborn, as always.

Much to her demise, the character walked after her, unbothered and silent, as if they were simply enjoying a stroll in the green, rolling hills. The jester didn’t bother looking back again. There was no way to leave this realm, anyway; and she highly doubted that Caine would leave her roaming as she pleased for an indefinite amount of time. She was sure he would just summon her at will.

Until then, she would allow herself to breathe.

In any other scenario, Pomni would have allowed her thoughts to drift along the rolling hills she was walking among, but she was too distracted by her outburst. She was climbing a hill, not knowing what she would find on the other side, but she also didn’t want to stop either. Her own resilience was like a puzzle with jagged pieces for her to put together. She was driven to push through obstacle after obstacle, even though she knew – she knew – it was pointless. She was standing with the weight of the world pulling her down.

Why?

The little fool didn’t receive and answer, but she did make it to the top of the hill she was climbing. Standing under the smiling sun, Pomni looked over the vast landscape beyond her vantage point. Her eyes were spoiled with the sight of a great, but quiet lake. She couldn’t remember what real lakes looked like, or most things related to nature, but sight before her felt like a blessing to her overstimulated eyes.

The jester felt her knees buckle, so she sat down in the grass that looked too green to be realistic, while her sights trailed along the silver lining that danced along the water surface. The small waves rustled onto the generous, sandy banks - Pomni’s ears were filled with the sounds of them trickling along the edge and she found the sights and sounds drowning the desperate screeching of her racing mind.

It wasn’t a moment of quiet, but it was a moment of peace that she desperately needed.

“So… you found the lake!”

…and the peace was ruined.

“Yup.” Pomni said with a hopeless sigh, “I said I wanted to be alone. This is a big area – did you HAVE to decide to be in MY space?”

“Is it really YOUR space?” Zooble countered apathetically, “If anything, it’s Caine’s space.”

Pomni regretted ever dreading any form of silence.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand any of you.” Pomni shook her head in disbelief, “There is nothing for us here. Everything here is as endless as it is pointless.”

“Uh-huh.” Zooble stumbled beside Pomni, also fixating her eyes on the water surface.

“And yet you guys just keep… going… but you all aren’t even trying to make things tolerable for each other! You guys are a bunch of judgmental, two-faced jerks. On purpose!”

“Yeah.”

“Is that really all you have to say?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You seriously have no regard for your own self-respect?”

“No, everything you’ve said is true.”

Ponmi was struck by the statement Zooble threw to her head. Finally, there was silence, but the jester didn’t enjoy it this time. She turned to look at the abomination with shock. Zooble didn’t seem phased at all. They just kept sitting beside Pomni with a frustratingly difficult face (or lack thereof) to read.

“W- What?”

“You’re right.” Zooble simply says, “It’s torture. Not even abstraction is an out – you just get thrown into a black hole. There is no end to life here.”

The fool stayed silent as a morbid curiosity egged her on to listen. Zooble shifted meet Ponmi’s eyes as they spoke evenly.

“There is only an end to us.”

Time ticked away with the ripples of the water crashing onto the shore. The creature’s words blown into the fool, like a calm breeze. The words tumble and toss in Pomni’s mind, considering the seriousness and honesty Zooble used to deliver them. She finally understood what was meant with the statement.

While one person will live on, even after abstraction, the group will not. With someone already gone, the group that was situated had already been changed – it was no longer set. It no longer existed because someone irreplaceable was already gone.

It hurts to think like that.

“Okay.” Pomni said, glancing at the water once again, “But do you all have to act so demented? Hostile? Jax makes it his personal mission to make you guys into pin cushions. Gangle is either eerily quiet, obnoxiously giggling or crying her eyes out – no in-between. You don’t care about anyone except for Gangle, it seems? Kinger’s just… gone, until he’s not and Ragatha is so delusional about this place that she’s probably crazier than Kinger.”

“Fair enough to say that.” Zooble mused – her tone as dismissive as ever.

“Why?” Pomni pressed, eager to understand. Just a little bit of understanding would do her wonders.

“We all do what we have to do.”

Pomni sighed heavily, not at all understanding, “…Ragatha said that too. What’s with that?”

“Maybe she’s not as delusional as you thought.” Zooble jabbed back with more bite than Pomni expected. The jester reigned back a bit, while Zooble rolled their eyes at Pomni’s display.

“I doubt it,” she boldly disagreed, earning an interested look from Zooble, “…but she’s probably the only one who doesn’t hate me. It doesn’t even make sense that you would sit down to have a conversation with me while Gangle runs at the sight of me.”

“Why would Gangle’s opinion on you gatekeep whether I can hang out with you?”

“She’s your girlfriend!”

“Exactly.” Zooble states, as if hitting a nail into wood, “I’m not her parent, nor is she mine. She’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions, as am I. We are our own people with our own lives, we just want each other in them.”

Huh.

“So… what?” Pomni asked carefully, “Are we hanging out now, or what’s happening?”

“We chillin’, that’s it.”

They sat in a beat of silence before a wave of awkward tension built up within Pomni. It was supposed to be comfortable, she supposed, but it felt wrong to just leave the conversation as it was.

“So you don’t hate me?”

“I preferred it when you were pissed.” Zooble sighed, rolling their eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day – and it was still morning, “No one hates you. We are just $%&($ terrified.”

Pomni furrowed her eyebrows, while the creature beside her reluctantly explained themself, “We lost one of our own and you just magically appeared on the same day. Can you blame someone for thinking that you seem like some type of replacement for someone who started asking too many questions? Do you know what Caine is capable of?”

Pomni shook her head as the words sunk in.

“Well…” Zooble huffed, leaning back on their palms that was planted behind them, “Welcome to the club, Harley Quin! Neither do we.”

The silence stretched longer this time. The air felt heavy, but Pomni began to see the strange method to her Circus members’ madness. She didn’t fully comprehend it all, but it felt comforting to have had the conversation – a real conversation, without hiding under false pretenses. Zooble saw her true colours – when she was at her worst.

The abomination didn’t even flinch, they went above and beyond to chase her down, delighted.

It was a relief.

Pomni huffed, leaning back onto her palms to match the posture of her new companion, “Harley Quin, huh? Was that the best you could come up with, Jumbo Blocks?”

Zooble sat up, leaning towards the jester with a mischievous sparkle in their eyes.

“Oh, it’s on, you %&@($ air balloon-cosplaying @$&@(!”

Unrestrained laughter chimed in the air as two freaks stared into the unforeseen horizon. For Pomni, the her ways of viewing her place in the circus, was ripped from beneath her feet in a single conversation. She was left on unstable ground.

Sand.

But for that small, precious moment, she was just happy to bicker with someone. They probably weren't enough to be considered friends, but they were together, sharing a space with no hidden intentions. She wasn't bothered with standing tall.

She was too short for that anyway.

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#fanfiction #the amazing digital circus #tadc oasis au #oasis #tadc pomni #tadc zooble #tadc caine #zooble x pomni #platonic #mental health #dissociation #depression #triggers #thoughts of death #this all sounds really depressing #angst #i like weird friendships #angst with a happy ending #zooble x gangle #i want zooble and gangle's relationship so bad

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Chase x m!reader fic where they’ve been trying to get alone time all day and when they finally do and start making out they get caught by Bree

Alone Time

Chase Davenport X Male Reader

Ability: Force Field (The Bionic Ability to create and manipulate force fields)

“Don’t be a pusy, get back up and fight him,” I yell at a whimpering dark haired boy. In front of him stood one of my top students, Jason, a powerful pyrotechnic who I might have turned into a killing machine. “Please I…” The boy was cut off by the sound of Jason roaring, a flame erupting from his mouth.

I sighed and flung my arms out ahead of me, a blue glow spreading through my veins and projecting out in front of the scared boy, blocking the fire from harming him. “W-what he could have killed me, you can’t do that!” He yelled while picking himself up from the cold concrete floor. “Ahh correction I can do that, I’m the teacher here. And no you were not going to die, I wouldn’t have allowed it. Yet…” I mumbled the last part sarcastically before turning to Jason. “Good job, but next time take it easy on the scariness,” He mumbled something in an annoyed tone before walking away. “Just practice ok, you’ll get there eventually.”

The boy nodded and opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off, “Sorry got to go, talk later ok.” He simply stood there as I ran toward Chase, my boyfriend who also happened to be training annoying and immature bionic kids all day. “Chase, Oh my god I’ve missed you so dam much.” He giggled as he pulled me in for a kiss. “I’ve missed you to. Had a whole new team to train, drained the life out of me,” I smiled and looked around the empty room. “Looks like no one’s here, how about we…”

“SLAM!” I looked over toward the door where Mr. Davenport stood, “Hey you two, I’m not interrupting anything important right?” We both sigh before sadly saying “No”.

“Great, I have some paperwork to fill out. I was gonna ask Chase to help but your here too so why not. I need all the help I can get so let’s get started,” I looked up from the table I sat at as a giant pile of yellow folders and loose papers came crashing down in front of me. “Dammit,” I muttered under my breath before grabbing a small pile and beginning to fill it out.

As the day grew longer we both longed for each other more. And any chance we got we would be pulled away by someone else.

Currently me and all the other trainers where sitting around a huge table listening to some boring lecture Mr.Davenport was droning on about. No one was really paying attention except Chase, who was scribbling notes on his little planner. I looked around the room bored out of my mind, except for the occasional times Adam would make a funny face or add a stupid comment that made us all laugh.

I turned toward Chase and rubbed my leg against his. His head shot up and he mouthed “What?” I looked him up and down while licking my lips before turning back around to face the board Mr. Davenport was pointing at. I smiled as I heard Chase shift in his seat uncomfortably. Was I evil I’m for teasing my boyfriend in the middle of a meeting, yes, I was but I did not care. I did know that he was definitely gonna see me after this thing though.

The meeting ended after about 10 minutes, it was supposed to go longer but there was a bionic meeting emergency with two kids getting injured in a bad fight. But I mean hey, at least we are finally gonna get some alone time. Chase stood by my side like a shadow as everyone left the conference room, I felt his eyes burning into my skull as he adjusted his tie. I finally turned toward him and slowly walked closer. “I see you got a little exited during the meeting,” I say in a seductive tone as I pulled his tie down toward me, drawing his lips closer.

“Maybe I was, but who’s fault was that,” He mumbled before pulling me by my waist into a passionate kiss. I moaned into it as he lifted me on to the table, I wrapped my legs around his waist as my hands wondered his muscular chest. I unbuttoned the first button on his shirt before, the doors to the room swung open, I quickly pushed Chase off me. My eyes widening as I realized it was Bree. “Wow! My brother couldn’t keep it I his pants for just a while longer could he?” Bree muttered before running away with her speed, probably on her way to tell Adam. “Screw it! I haven’t seen you all day come here!” Chase demanded causing my smile to return.

#chase davenport #x male reader #lgbtq #gay #lab rats

[animatorweirdo]

Blood red dreams

A blood red dream leaves you shaken in fear and all you can do is ponder the future ahead.

Warnings: a nightmare, voices inside the head, blood, severed limbs, an ocean of blood, anxiety, problems with sleeping, and nasty medicines.

Chapter 1

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The harsh wind blew you awake. You jolted and began shaking from the sudden chill.  The snowflakes pelted your face like a barrage of tiny needles, forcing you to shield your eyes and cover yourself from the wind. The unexpected snowfall left you in bewilderment —why was it snowing all of a sudden?

You stared at the snow that swirled around your feet, and then your attention was drawn to a set of massive doors in front of you. They were imposing, weathered, and exuded an air of familiarity. Where had you seen these doors before?

You look around and see familiar stone walls, towers, and buildings that once stood proud yet now lay in ruins. The blizzard blows around the cold stone, covering the place in snow and making the former structures stand like distant shadows. It feels haunting as you see no signs of life in the ruins around you. You are all alone.

You knew the place. It was Maglor’s old fortress. The one he lost along with his Gap during the War of the Sudden Flames. It was also the place – where you spent not-so-good time with your captors, who discovered your dark secret and planned something evil. 

Why were you back here? Didn't you escape?

You stared at the doors. No one in their right mind would go in, especially after what they experienced with the former homeowners. However, the place seemed empty, so it might not hurt to go in and see what you can find. 

Gently placing your hand against the rough wooden door, you pushed it open, causing it to creak and move. Once inside, you closed the door behind you.

You stepped through the hall and looked around with a frown. You didn’t expect anything special, but you definitely did not expect things to look normal. The walls and the ceiling had no holes. The windows were fine, and the floors were clean. There were even a couple of torches lit to give some light. It didn't look anything like the last time you visited. Everything looked fine and like– the whole thing with the Sudden Flames never happened. 

It looked nice, but it also felt very wrong. 

You turn around when you suddenly hear something in the air. It was quiet and sudden, but it sounded like a voice of someone, a whisper. You listened and tried to hear it again. 

“Monster…” someone uttered. 

Your face paled as you did not like the tone of the voice. 

“You should have died…”

“Creatures like you have no place on this earth…”

“You will give in to the beast inside,” voice after voice started appearing, saying these things to you. You backed away since it was happening inside your head. 

“...and you will eat and eat,” the voice finished. 

“You will eat till there is nothing left,” one of the voices said. 

“Burn yourself in fire!” someone screamed. 

“Free us from the danger of your existence!” someone yelled.

“Monster!”

“Burn the beast!”

“You are no human–” your heart started painfully racing. 

“Die!” you cover your ears as they scream at you. You tried to shut them out, but they lingered, becoming louder and louder –till you heard nothing else but them. 

“No one wants you…” a voice whispered. 

“No one will ever truly love you…” the same voice continued. You started shaking your head in denial, trying not to give in. “Not as long as you bear the curse of the wendigo,” the voice finished. 

“No, no, no — that is not true,” you said back as tears began to fall from your eyes without control. You stepped back, stepping on something wet. 

Looking down, you see yourself standing in a pool of blood. You then notice a severed arm and other body parts lying scattered around you, pieces of orcs and even people, most likely those you accidentally killed in the past – when you lost control of the beast. 

Everything started to look red. You nearly gag when you taste something salty and metallic in your mouth. You brush your fingers against your mouth and see blood. You freeze as you realize your face was covered from lip to chin with blood. And it was not just your face, but your arms as well. They looked like you had ripped into something like a savage beast. 

Your heart began to pound between your ears, and you struggled to breathe. You were stuck staring at the horrific sight of your hands and the blood. In your mind, you looked like a monster. 

You snapped out when you heard something heavy. 

You stared at a pair of doors. They creaked and moved as if something heavy was pushing them from behind. Your ears caught strange noises—sounding like a wave. It was too unclear for you to figure out what it was, but you knew it was ramming the doors from behind. 

The noises stopped, making it eerily quiet.

You stared at the doors as they began leaking blood from the middle and the sides.

An awful feeling engulfed you until the doors broke open, unleashing a torrent of blood that gushed toward you. You shrieked as the crimson wave slammed into you. 

The waves tossed you against the ground, causing your head and body to hit the floor before sweeping you up and pushing you along with the current. You struggled to breathe and see, waving your hands in an attempt to swim up, but the bloody current forced you back down.

You choked as your lungs began to burn. You feel hands wrapping around your throat, gripping and pulling you down. You tried to fight back, but the hands didn’t let go or budge. Your efforts soon became sloppy and weak, and your pushes became nothing more than feeble jolts. Your consciousness began to slip away, and the voices from before returned to haunt you. 

“Pathetic…”

“Your will is weak…”

“This is what you deserve…”

“The beast will always win,” 

Your vision began to darken as the voices continued slandering you. Your lungs weakly gasped for air that was never to come. 

“You’re nothing –” the voices said

“(Name)...”

“Just let it happen, so you can properly die…” the voices continued.

“...Spare the innocents from your curse!”

“(Name)!”

“Just die…” someone said

“You can’t win!” they all yelled.

“(Name)!!” a familiar voice suddenly screamed. 

You jolted awake as someone violently shook you on your bed. You breathed hard and felt the airflow through your airway, which gave you a bit of relief, but your body still felt cold and stiff. Camilla stood over you with a concerned frown upon her face, her hands holding onto your shoulders. 

“Fuck—you’re finally awake! I was concerned I had to throw a bucket of water to wake you up,” she cursed while you lay there confused.  

“Wha…what happened?” you quietly asked. 

“You were having a nightmare, idiot. A bad one since you were weeping, tossing, and gasping for air,” she explained. “I thought you were sleeping under the blanket, but when I saw you. I had to wake you up,” she added. 

“What did you see?” she questioned while you finally remembered the nightmare and felt the tears dry against your skin. 

“I…” your eyes began to water. 

"I don’t know... it was awful," you looked at her as the tears swelled up in your eyes. Camilla stared at you before letting out an exasperated sigh. She laid the back of her hand against your forehead. “Hold on… I'm going to make some hot chocolate since your temperature is down, then you can share what happened,” she said, then walked into the kitchen. 

You brushed your tears away with your blanket before climbing out of your bed and walking after her with your blanket over your head. 

You both sat at the table. You held a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, warming them against the porcelain and taking occasional sips that helped you calm your nerves and regain some energy, making you feel better as your temperature returned to normal. 

Camilla held on to her cup of coffee, deep in thought after you shared what happened in your nightmare. She wore a studious expression, a familiar sight as her family studied a lot about dreams, visions, and their meanings. You knew you were about to face either a scolding about holding it together or an analysis of what the things in your dream could possibly mean.

She broke the silence with a sigh. 

“That’s a pretty horrifying nightmare…” she stated. She took a drink from her coffee while you thought about the whole thing with a grim expression. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything that bad before… Could it be the beast?” you questioned. 

“I don’t think it's the beast this time— but you,” she answered, making you frown. “Me?” you asked. 

“This nightmare might be touching your deepest fears and anxieties. The voices calling you a monster and drowning in the sea of blood,” Camilla explained. “Well…it’s been a month since I took my last pill, and we still haven’t found a replacement, so I guess that is enough to cause me these anxieties,” you said as you stared at the hot chocolate in your cup. 

“I don’t think it's just that—” Camilla muttered while watching you take a sip from your cup. 

You sigh as the hot chocolate banished the cold, relaxing your muscles and nerves. There will never be a time when you get tired of hot chocolate—the best drink for awful winters.

Camilla grabbed a couple of vials and pushed them across the table to you.

“Here, you might as well take it early. The other one will reduce the chances of seeing dreams and nightmares,” Camilla explained while you grabbed the transparent vial with a green herb inside. 

“I don’t think I will last long with these things. They only last for a day and already taste disgusting. If a rotten salamander had a taste, this would be it,” you said and popped off the cork. You squint your nose when you smell the corners of the vial before taking it with a quick gulp. 

“Well, you can always ask Maglor to sing for you since his singing voice has such a positive effect on you,” Camilla stated. “Hmm?” you looked at her with a frown. “Ask him to sing for you since you sleep better and see fewer nightmares,” she repeated. “You once fell asleep on him when you went on a night walk together, and he carried you back like prince charming,” she teased, making you flush about the past incident. 

“His voice is very soothing. I can’t help it,” you said back while drinking the rest of the hot chocolate. “And he is a prince, so— that checks out,” you cracked a smile before setting your cup down. 

“Right…” Camilla remarked. 

“And I don’t think he got the time. He had been really busy with these royal things and helping his brother maintain Himring since things had been rather hectic ever since the Sudden Flames,” you said.

“How about you just ask?” Camilla asked. 

“I don’t really want to bother him at this time, and I don’t think my dream is permanent, so it's fine,” you answered, grabbing the second vial. 

“Well, you don’t know if you don’t ask,” Camilla said. 

“I mean… who do you think has been providing these ingredients for your medicine?” she asked as you stood up, “To me– it seems Maglor is quite willing to help you with anything,”

“Yeah… And I still don’t know how to thank him for that. He has even allowed us to live here more than most people who discovered my secret,” you said, then yawned. “I think I’m gonna go to sleep. We have stuff to do tomorrow,” you approached your bedroom. “Alright, good night,” Camilla stayed at the table to finish her coffee. 

“Night…” you flopped down on your bed. 

You curled beneath your covers and thought about your dream. It was awful and horrifying, and you hoped it would never come true. You thought about Maglor. You should probably ask him, but you don’t know how. He already has a lot of things on his bucket list, so maybe you shouldn’t. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep even though the nightmare was still bothering you in the back of your mind.

#tolkien #silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #silm fic #middle earth #maglor #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #maglor x reader #maglor x human reader #cursed reader #modern reader #the spring heart's bloom

[fromepiximagines]

Be Still My Heart (Kenny Liu x fem!reader)

Summary: Kenny is relieved to see you safe after the awful night he spent at the station with Sara.

Word count: 920

Request: Hey theeeeeere! Thank you for replying to me and good luck with uni! Soooo ofc do it whenever u can and pls take your time! But I would reaaaally love smth fluff with Kenny x fem reader anything you want! Also 3rd person it's perfectly fine I love it don't worr about anything love💗💗💗

Rating: T

Warnings: spoilers for s2e9 and 10 of From, swearing, reader wears glasses, hugs, use of (Y/N), one (1) kith.

“This sucks.” (Y/N) mumbled.

Hidden in Victor’s old hideout, the one he so kindly showed her a few days before – ‘In case you wander too much’, he said -, she tried not to make any noises. There was no talisman inside, which meant the monsters outside could get in if they managed to unlock the tailgate.

It has been many, many hours since she got here alone, after going out to empty her head; people were dying, one after the other, more than ever before, and now they couldn’t sleep.

“Keep your eyes open, shitstain.” The woman whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes, back leaning against the metal wall. Her sight was trained on the tailgate, wondering why in the fuck she would wander off near nighttime – never again.

And then, a sliver of light passed by a tiny opening on the metal.

Too bright to be a flashlight.

(Y/N) scrambled up, face dangerously close to the cold metal, and peeked out.

“Sun, my beloved!” She shouted, and turned around. With ever raising excitement, she opened the latch and slid up the tailgate; the warm rays of sunshine hit her face with full force, and she leaped down onto the dewy grass.

The woman ran down the familiar path towards the town; by the diner, she waved at Mrs. Liu, Victor and Ethan, smiling as she saw the familiar faces.

“Morning, Jade!” (Y/N) shouted, slowing down as the curly-haired man left the bar with a frazzled look, some book in his hands.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He shouted back, brows furrowed.

“I was taking a walk, dude.” She replied, staring at him. “Where the fuck are you going, looking like my conspiracy theory uncle?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Don’t die!”

Jade grumbled something under his breath and left as (Y/N) headed, now walking at a decent pace, towards the Liu’s house.

The familiar sight of closed windows and an open door greeted the woman as she neared the place. She saw Sara leave the house with Boyd; nodded at them, and did her best to ignore the way her heart ached as her eyes focused on the man right behind the duo.

“Kenny.”

The ex-deputy looked up as (Y/N) whispered his name, brown eyes widening as he took in her messy appearance. Her hair was sticking up in weird angles, dark circles adorned her eyes (nothing new there, to be honest), and her glasses were kinda askew on her face.

A few seconds was all it took for the freckled man to run up to his friend and pull her into a tight hug. His arms circled her shoulders, and she sighed; he was warm. He smelled good. He was soft, comfortable-

She was sleep deprived.

“You’re alive.” Kenny said softly, nose nestled in the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“Last I checked, yes.”

“I was worried, you dumbass.” He leaned back, staring into her eyes.

The tension between them was palpable as they locked eyes, the weight of their emotions hanging in the air. Kenny's words had hit her hard, stirring a whirlwind of worry within her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up to cup his cheeks, her touch gentle and filled with a mixture of affection and regret. Her thumbs traced tender circles against his skin, feeling the warmth gradually spread beneath her touch, a sign of their shared vulnerability.

With every passing moment, their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Their noses almost brushed against each other, creating a delicate connection that mirrored the fragile state of their hearts. It was a moment suspended in time, charged with longing and the unspoken desire for solace.

She mustered the courage to ask, her voice filled with a blend of uncertainty and hope, "I'm sorry... Can I kiss you?"

Kenny's response was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of his longing, "Please."

In that instant, their lips met, a gentle collision of souls seeking solace and reassurance. It was a tender, tentative kiss, born out of a shared understanding of their vulnerabilities. Their worries and fears melted away, replaced by a rush of affection and the undeniable connection between them.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the softness of the moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of their lips moving in sync, a dance of tenderness and forgiveness. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, expressing their unspoken apologies, their longing, and the depth of their feelings for one another.

In that single, stolen moment, they found solace and healing, their hearts intertwining in a profound embrace. And as they pulled away, breathless yet content, they knew that their bond had grown stronger, fortified by the power of their shared vulnerability and the healing a simple kiss could offer.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Boyd’s voice rang out, and the couple finally remembered there was an audience near them. “But we need Kenny right now, (Y/N).”

The woman felt her own face warm up now, and slowly let go of her friend’s face, arms hanging limply by her side.

���I’ll see you soon.” Kenny whispered, a small smile on his handsome face. “Really soon.”

“Be careful, okay?” (Y/N) whispered back, gaining a nod and a grin in response.

“Always.”

Right then and there, as she watched the trio walk off towards the forest, the woman sighed, with a lovestruck smile on her face.

“Be still, my fucking heart.”

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#kenny liu from #kenny liu x reader #kenny liu (from) #kenny liu #from mgm+ #from epix #from epix imagines #epix from #epix from imagine #from (epix) #jade herrera #boyd stevens #sara (from)

[shortpplfedup]

Yep, just about how I expected that to go. Everybody has choices to make and sides to pick as we head into the story's denouement. This episode felt like the deep breath before the plunge, reminding us of where everybody stands and what they're fighting for. Alliances are formed, battle lines are drawn, and potential dei ex machina are waiting in the wings. The stage is set for the endgame.

Neung doesn't seem interested in settling old scores, and I get why, he's got much bigger fish to fry than all the high school bullshit that loomed so large for him before. Still, those who did him wrong have their own reasons for seeking absolution, so Neung is forced to reopen every one of his old wounds even as he's struggling to hold himself together. And struggling he is, mightily. He's never without bodyguards. He has nobody to talk to but his comatose mother. He goes home to a massive empty house and cries himself to sleep in Palm's tiny bunk bed. His mind is constantly filled with memories of the island, of how happy he was there. He's simply existing, waiting for the knife to come in the dark, hoping he'll be prepared when it does.

I'm pretty sure at this point Chopper isn't making it out of this story alive. What Neung said to him was harsh, but necessary: him wishing Neung well isn't anything near enough, not with his father gone murderous. Pleading with Kit, reasoning with Kit, those are the actions of a kid still hoping for adults to step in and fix things. But Chopper has to understand, like Neung has, that he's not a kid anymore. Kit has lost the plot, and all of Chopper's give-peace-a-chance-we're-all-family-can't-we-all-just-get-along rhetoric isn't helping jack shit. I felt his blood run cold when Kit threatened Ben. Is he going to keep ineffectually begging and pleading until everybody he professes to care about is dead? Is the way he feels about Ben enough to get him off his ass? He's smart enough to outmanoeuvre his dad, but does he have the balls?

Palm for his part has decided that nobody is going to tell him what to do anymore. He might die next to Neung, but that's where he wants to die anyway, whether it's in a hail of gunfire before his 19th birthday or in bed at age eighty. Palm's found his reason, his purpose, and not even Neung can sway him from it.

Ben...what role is Ben set to play in the endgame? He knows he was a coward, what foolish act of bravery might he attempt to make amends?

None of these boys yet sees that they're going to have to work together. They're all trying to protect each other by taking the burdens onto themselves. But if it's one thing this tale has made clear it's that self-sacrifice will get you killed, metaphorically AND literally. To name your main character Neungdiao, to take away everybody he cares about, to leave him isolated and alone...and then to make it so that the only way for him to emerge victorious and alive is to rely on others...god that would be sweet.

Stray Bullets

Phum also has a part to play in the endgame I think. He's a fucking weasel though, so I don't know which side he'll end up on. I can see him going to Kit and making a deal to save his father.

Aun has some atoning to do as well...

I still can't believe they killed off Mam. Did Neung even tell Chanon his wife is dead? He's keeping a lot of things from him it seems.

I like how all of Neung's suits this episode are just a bit too big, it's a great bit of visual storytelling.

I see how Palm is meant to be the best parts of his mother and father.

All the extra scenes from the island were a nice touch. Neung getting into the bath with Palm and just holding him...oof.

The promo gremlins really trying to make us buy that Palm would ever betray Neung is laughable at this point.

#never let me go #never let me go the series #junior mafia #bl meta series

[lara635kookie]

Ship Analysis pt. 4:

Red Crackle, Carmivy and Carulia.

When you're a teenager, all you want is becoming part of a group. And peer pressure is a thing. Teenagers can go to great lengths just be accepted. And for teenagers that never had a family(because we know that sadly, most older children don't get adopted since majority of parents look for babies) and most likely think there's something wrong with them and ask themselves why no one wanted them(because we know how intense are our feelings when we're teenagers, stupid hormones) V.I.L.E. seduces them with the prospection of acceptance and belonging they always wanted and never had, making them believe they got nothing to lose and It's what's best for them to feel they have a home, people waiting for them to come back, somewhere it doesn't feel empty and cold(it's so dark and heavy, it's almost kinda like a n*zifacist thing, they use the desperation, lack of purpose and need for change of these people and ask for their absolute loyalty in exchange)(if you seen Die Welle you understand what I'm talking about)(I don't know if that was intentional, probably not, but now that I think about it Maelstrom kind of reminds me of Hitl*r and Muss*lini in a way, even if he's an animated character)(I know it sounds polemic but rewatch the show with this mindset about V.I.L.E. and you'll notice)(and considering that the neo-n*zifascists groups are coming back nowadays, that is pretty spot on)(if the series had explored more that, it probably wouldn't be for kids anymore but it would pass an amazing social criticism with that analogy)(I think if Carmen Sandiego was a cartoon for older people it would have been better because it would explore its full potential)(and it wouldn't be excused of its failures because "It's a kids show and kids don't notice that"). However, keep in mind that I'm not trying to erase any of Gray's mistakes. There are things he did there are inexcusable but I believe we have to understand the character and the context he's in before judging. I'm not trying to cover Gray's bad side by any means, but this person looks like is trying to completely erase Gray's good side, so I'm trying to highlight that as well. We see that Gray tells Chief he chose a life of crime in his own free will, so while his free will was there too, Maelstrom's influence was also involved. It is shown that Gray was stealing alone before going back to V.I.L.E. but characters change. A character is never the same person at the start and the end of a story. Even the bad written ones, they change. Even if just a little. From the point that video was recorded he was still with his old hair and didn't meet Black Sheep. So you can't use a video from his past before V.I.L.E. to classify his V.I.L.E. self. While yes, it was awful for him to say that, it was a act of desperation. At least seemed like it from his facial expressions and his voice tone. And he didn't do it because of his "fucked up conscience" he did it because he cares about Carmen. He LOVES Carmen. And Carmen loves him back. Platonic or not, they love each other. Carmen also loved Player, Shadowsan, Ivy and Zack, but she didn't love Julia. She likes Julia but they didn't spend enough time together to love each other(at least not romantically). And you don't wanna harm the people you love. The thing is, if I learned something with Red Shoes and the seven dwarves(underrated masterpiece with pretty animation, beautiful message and hot characters), is that you shouldn't change the good in yourself to be loved by someone else, but you gotta make your best to change the bad in you. Merlin needed to embrace Snow White's true beauty and change his bad views of what beauty was like. The same thing applies here:Gray needed to embrace the good in himself and in Carmen to stay with her. The thing is that Gray doesn't accept the good in himself like Carmen does. My personal theory is that he's kinda like DreamWorks piece of art Megamind:Tried to be good but got hurt and them turned to bad as a defense mechanism(heros and villains aren't born, they're made, baby).

To be continued...

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #graham calloway #gray #crackle #red crackle #ship analysis

[comradeghosty]

Should've Been Me

Sabo angst fic

Summary:

Sabo maintains the idea that he could've saved Ace, blaming himself for his amnesia and absence during the events of Marineford.

Tags: angst, panic attacks, vomiting, suicidal thoughts, guilt, self-hatred, referenced character death, canon universe

!!! 16+ !!!

I also posted it on AO3

The sound of running water echoed in his ears. Sabo stood at the sink, cold, wet hair dripping onto the marble countertop. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge, and his fingertips pressed harshly into the porcelain. Ragged breaths ripped from his lungs as he looked at himself in the mirror. Boy was he a sight, like something out of a horror film. Strands of sopping hair dripped down over his face, slightly covering his dark eyes. The red, tight scar stretched irritatingly over his left eye and cheek. It peered angrily from under his blonde curls, and Sabo grit his teeth.

There was a tightness in his chest as he glared at his reflection. The man in the mirror was empty. A husk, a shell. A broken fury reflected back at the man who barely knew who he was. It was a cruel joke, some sort of punishment for something in a past life. 

He feared that the guilt would eat him alive, that it would rot him from the inside out. Fear and self loathing nestled deep in his chest. It settled like a fungus between his lungs, where every breath in and every breath out spread the spores throughout his body. They spread until it consumed his heart, till it consumed his muscles and throat and brain. Sabo splashed cold water on his face again, sloshing the liquid around the countertop and floor.

“Why?” he gritted out. The word sounded broken and garbled, as if he had a mouthful of glass. Never before had a man wished so badly to be able to cry. He rested his elbows on the counter, cradling his head in his hands and pressing his palms into his eye sockets. The pressure was uncomfortable, albeit grounding. 

Amnesia. That’s what he was diagnosed with by the Revolutionary doctors after his accident. Fucking amnesia. Loss of all his dearest memories, his friends, his family- Dadan and Luffy and Ace. If only he hadn’t tried to leave Goa. If only he had waited, left when he was older. Such a stupid thing done out of anger, spite. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Sabo looked up at his reflection again, cursing the man staring back at him. He wished he could die, that he could give himself in place of his brother. Knowing that Luffy was there, struggling and trying so desperately to save Ace while Sabo was hiding in Baltigo. He was so fucking useless, going into a coma and not being able to comfort or help Luffy after Ace was executed. 

What did Ace think about when he was dying? Did he think about how he was going to leave Luffy all alone? Was he expecting to see Sabo in the afterlife? The thoughts pierced Sabo’s heart with so much agony and grief, his knees felt weak. The man slowly shrank down to the floor. Wetness from the spilled water soaked through his pants, leaving a stinging coldness against his skin. Ace died without even knowing Sabo still lived, and Sabo would regret that for the rest of his life. 

Strength left his body and he laid down fully on the floor, curling into the fetal position and hugging himself. His blonde hair fanned against the dirty floor as his body was overwhelmed by shakes and shallow breaths. 

“You’re such a fucking coward,” he whispered to himself. “You don’t deserve to be their brother.”

He would’ve been there. Sabo maintained that thought. He would’ve showed up for his brothers. But he didn’t. He wasn’t there when they needed him. Their big brother was absent. And now Luffy suffers alone and Ace is dead. Sabo wished again that he had died instead, that he could’ve taken that blow for Ace. 

It wouldn’t have changed much anyways. Luffy and Ace believed him to be dead, so it wouldn’t have even really mattered if he died. His brothers had such a strong bond, growing stronger in Sabo’s absence and further as pirates, but he didn’t share in that growth. Sabo’s growth with the two stopped the moment that he stole that ship and tried to set sail. He did that to himself, abandoning that bond with his brothers. Grief rippled through his bones again. Greedy, he was a greedy man. A wet sob escaped his lips and echoed in the small bathroom. Sabo felt insignificant. Who was he to grieve so heavily when he abandoned his brothers in the first place? Coward.

Strands of golden hair littered the cold, wet floor of the bathroom as Sabo’s hands found purchase there. He didn’t even realize he was doing it, so lost in his own hysteria that his mind and body no longer synced in thought and action. He deserved it, whatever misery came his way. Guilt festered in his body, his bones and blood and hair and flesh. Every cell in his body radiated white hot loathing. It hurt badly, worse than his accident, worse than anything his biological family ever did. Sabo did this to himself.

Bile rose in his throat and he barely had enough time to drag himself over to the toilet before spilling the nonexistent contents of his stomach. He hadn’t been able to eat much since finding out that he let his brother be killed. The cold porcelain of the seat pressed into his cheek. His body was spent, wracked with so much anguish. He didn't even realize when Koala had come into the bathroom, pulling Sabo against her. He barely recognized the movements of her lips and remained unable to recognize the words coming out of it. 

He felt as if he was outside of his body, the guilt and grief finally expelling him from the flesh. Banished, he looked on as Koala called Hack to help her lift Sabo and carry him to the hospital bed. He could hear them speak, whispering concerns about him and hushed sentiments of pity. Sabo wished for nothingness, his body wracked with exhaustion. As they laid him down, one of the revolutionary doctors gave him a quick working sedative, and Sabo found himself finally starting to drift to nothingness and relief. 

After Sabo was under, Koala and Hack stood by his bed. They felt awful for their friend, knowing that the shock shook his psyche so badly. Both of the revolutionaries sat there for a while, watching over him as he finally rested, hoping that Sabo could find it in himself to forgive himself one day.

#angst fic #one piece sabo #one piece fanfic #spoilers #op spoilers #fanfic #one piece #i feel bad #but when i feel bad sabo must suffer #i marked it as 16+ because suicidal ideation #owwwwwww sorry

[shmisolo]

tfw suddenly inspiration

he's bigger, stronger; his lips are thicker than hers, his tongue fiercer; but rey has waited all her life for nothing, this impetuous huge fish knows nothing of patience.

you think you can beat me? he had bubbled at her through the water, his dark scales glinting red in the light of the crystals that surrounded them. she hadn't given him time to respond: she'd gone in, locking her lips to his.

a kiss of death, the seasongs called it. there were stories of fish who died, lips locked, determined not to be defeated. rey had only had to try it twice in her life, and both times, the other fish had faltered long before she'd been tempted to. their weakness had gotten the better of them. rey refuses to be the weaker fish now. that's why she had kissed him.

she is never the weaker fish. she can be patient; she can die before she'd break the kiss. especially when it had the unexpected benefit of making him shut up.

his tongue, like hers, is sharp. he's good with it too; it dances around hers, darting and pressing, trying to shove her own back towards her throat, to distract her into breaking the kiss. he continues their little duel in her mouth and she lets him. he will tire himself out soon with all that movement. rey can wait.

his eyes bulge, big and black in his eyes. there's a gleam of red to them too, but also, when she deflects his latest tongue foray almost lazily, a moment of shock, a moment of fear.

he doesn't know what he's up against.

he thinks he can frighten her, but this is a battle of wills and it's not long before his tongue falters.

is your will giving out? she wonders at him.

it's as if he hears her, the way his tongue redoubles his efforts, and in his renewed foray...

heat. boiling, blasting heat like the water over the undersea volcanoes to the south, like the empty shallows to the west that stretch on for miles and miles, where her parents were supposed to come find her again but never did. this heat isn't outside her, though, it's within her.

his tail lashes back and forth, and hers matches it. her tongue catches his and presses it back into his mouth. this time, when his jeweled dark eyes flash, she wonders if he feels the heat too. she wonders if he is growing impatient, if he wants the kiss to end.

she's not sure she does. not just because she wants to beat him, but because she's not sure she wants the heat to end. she doesn't want to go back to the cold, dark, lonely ocean. not when she's found someone who flashes in the dark and who meets her kiss of death with passion and patience.

their tongues slow. the dance gets lazier, the kiss somehow deeper. she notices the taste of his soul. she wonders if she imagines the loneliness there, or if it is her own. in his eyes, she sees understanding begin to dawn. maybe even sympathy.

this time, when his tongue touches hers, it is gentle. the barbs on the edge of it don't hurt her. he is reaching for her and she—she's reaching for him too.

it's frightening, the idea that it won't be patience that shatters this battle for dominance. she wants to break away from him, to speak to him again, to see what that understanding in his eyes means, to hear him bubble at her that she's not alone.

she's not ready to face that, though. because what if it isn't real, what if she is still alone? what if all this is a tactic to unnerve her and overpower her. who needs to break her patience if he can break her resolve?

he won't break her resolve. if that understanding and gentleness means anything, he'll have to pull away first.

until then, he'll wait with her. he'll wait for her.

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #rffa writers #man it's been a while since i've felt the fuel for a pure crack ficlet #here we go kids #fishlo and sting rey

[ben-the-hyena]

When Scarab got entombed, he was in complete pitch darkness (even darker than that, I just took a screenshot of the moment they ceal the gate so you could distinguish him) and his arms tied behind him not to do any magic anymore, and the whole tomb was empty with nothing for himself to eat, drink or dressed up with, all alone. He should have been blind force of living in the dark, crazy and unable to think and speak coherently anymore force of bzing alone with his thoughts, tied up and defenseless for eternity, and before that since after all the life force he stole off Rapses did not make him immortal but just living longer he should have actually died from thirst and/or starvation before even experiencing said eternity, maybe he would have even died frozen the very night since it is extremely cold in deserts at night. And even if the prince's life force did keep him alive, he would have been very weak, more than morbidly emaciated and horribly fragile, unable to move at all

And yet when Harris Stone unknowingly frees him by discovering and opening the tomb in 1928, Scarab is standing as powerful as ever, wears his new attire, has Heka with him despite her not being there when he got cealed in, is alive and is in normal shape, his hands are free and so can do anything such as magic and counted down all the days (or years) he spent there on the wall, also implying he was seeing what he was doing and indeed still sees as good as before, he just is extremely pale from never seeing the sun in 3500 years as he is for the rest of the show but that's it

At the start of episode 3, Scarab wakes up from a nightmare of him being locked inside the tomb, that event apparently having traumatized him enough to give him PTSD. Heka comes to him and comments he made the dream again, to which he replies she cannot understand what it feels like to be imprisonned asay from the sun in the dark for so long

And yet we saw she was with him when Harris Stone freed them !

So my theory : Heka to nearly everyone was just a staff, so obviously not arrested, but since in the meantime she had probably gotten attached to him already, she tried to find a way to enter the tomb a non-magic way since there was an anti-magic seal with a warning. She being either his living staff alive thanks to him or like the theory I prefer was summoned by him and in both cases is his familiar, she technically counts as a spell so she couldn't open the tomb herself. Being a snake, she found a small and thin entrance and could join him there. From that moment she was his only companion and contact with the outside world. She would untie his wrists, bring him food and water, give him fire for heating his food and stay warm, could have brought him those big robes to be even warmer, could have brought over things he needed to better his spells to spend time notably the shabties, perhaps help try different ways to escape in vain, tell him how things are going outside and keep him updated on the region for all these millenia, and would be with him. She would not be locked inside and came and went as much as she wanted unlike him, explaining why unlike him she wasn't traumatized and didn't know how it felt like to be imprisonned in the dark (maybe sometimes her fire would die out and he would be in the dark for a whole day or more until she could return), and why he remained sane, alive, more or less in shape, had other clothes and was unbounded. And also explaining why the 2 are so close and why each ithee are probably the only people they care for. Spending so much time together and in his case only knowing her and hearing her for millenia and seeing she could have left but took care for him instead, she liking him enough by now to stay indeed and keep him as well as she could, both seeing sides they didn't know they had and getting to socialize better since that was all they could do...

No wonder they are so close (andmarried). Ultimate bonding experience, and as much of a jerk as he can be to her at times, he will forever be grateful and she knows

#their love language is bickering is all #mummies alive #moi #love is here #i ship it ! #imprisonment #tomb #immortal #life #survival #scarab #heka #harris stone #i also think she found an underground water stream he dug to and so could drink and bathe as much as he wanted. or he would smell

[rasberry-blower]

feedback pls:<

so uhh i kinda need some feedback for this story im making

its mainly inspired by sodikkens song people eater and misery meat, and uhh yeah thats it

so anyway, pls tell me if its good or not after reading:<<

P.S.: all of these are shortened versions of the original drafts, so dont mind how short they r. its also my first time writing a story so sorry if its bad:P

BOOK 1 (i dont have a title yet)

Prologue

It was cold.

And it was also dark.

He couldn't see anything,

He couldn't hear anything,

He couldn't feel anything, either.

He was stuck in a bottomless pit, filled with nothing but the empty void.

He'd been falling for a while now.

I'm kind of starting to wonder, will I die of starvation or dehydration first? 'Cause I'm starting to doubt that this pit has an end---

CRASH!

Oh, nevermind.

The boy slowly sat up, and started to look around. He seemed to have fallen through two floors of the building he crash landed in.

As he was processing this information, a loud shriek came from behind him. He looked at the source, only for him to face some kind of bird-human wearing some kind of maid outfit with the most horrified expression. He was confused for a second, until he finally looked down on himself.

Only then did he realize the amount of blood pooling around him.

Well, I suppose that's one way to make a first impression.

Act 1 (im using acts to separate parts of the story)

He was screwed.

No, even worse. He was absolutely f*cked.

That was how he felt in his current situation. And based on the look of barely concealed annoyance and hatred in the look he was receiving,

he might as well be good as dead.

If looks could kill, then I would've been six feet under by now.

The person in front of him was glaring daggers at him. Well, that was if you could even consider them a person.

The guy had tangled, shoulder length blonde hair and was wearing some kind of odd colored clown outfit. But the strangest part about the guy had to be his ears.

They kind of look like dog ears, really.

Are the people here all some kind of hybrid?? After all, that maid did have wings..

The blonde deeply sighed, massaging their temples in frustration. "What am I supposed to do with you.."

After they muttered something he couldn't understand, they suddenly perked up. They then turned to him with a sinister grin.

"Aha! I know just what to do with you~"

Damn it. He's really starting to regret falling in that damn hole.

Act 2

He did it.

He finally managed to escape that abusive son of a lunatic.

Other than the numbness he felt in his legs from last night, he has holding up just fine. Really, all he had to do now was to patch up his severe injuries, and he should be fine.

As he was treating his wounds, a shadow loomed over him. He looked up to see a lanky ivy-haired goblin-person staring at him with a look in their eyes that he couldn't quite pinpoint. They, unfortunately, were not normal.

"..Do you need something?" He hesitantly asked them.

"Shouldn't you be in the safety of your home? It's quite dangerous to be outside at this time of hour, all alone as injured, nonetheless."

"Oh, uhm." Does that lunatics house count as his home? Damn it, don't tell me I have to go back.

"Let me escort you out of this dim alleyway, and into the safety of the streetlights. Actually, why don't you come over for dinner? I have enough food for two." They said, with a creepy smile on their face.

Hah! As if he'd fall for that--

Wait. Free food?

Well.. He was starving..

"..Sure, I guess."

"Wonderful! Very well then, follow me." The goblin-looking guy said.

Even though he had a bad feeling about the guy, maybe he wasn't that bad. After all, he offered free food, so why shouldn't he follow him?

...

He regretted entering their home.

Act 3

He leaned on the wall, panting.

Lesson learned. Never follow a random stranger into their home without some sort of weapon. Or lack of self-defense lessons.

The result of having neither?

His arm got aggressively bitten off.

Shocking, right? Totally unexpected.

He sighs, exhausted by what just happened. He slid down, now sitting down on the ground.

He just wants some rest.

And well, ask and you shall receive.

He was living as a hobo on the street for the time being, staying away from the alleyways after last time. Although, there was always this guy who gave him free food at least three times a week. He'll remember that, red-haired guy with white streaks.

Although, one night, as he was snoozing away, someone decided that they wanted to have a little bit of fun with him.

And fun did the guy have.

Act 4

He does not want to be here.

Hell, he didn't even know where he was or how he ended up here.

After that night, some of his injuries were reopened and so he was having severe blood-loss. All he remembered before blacking out was that some people found him and brought him to, well, here. When he woke up, he discovered that his limbs had regrown somehow, which was a little bit suspicious and concerning, if you asked him.

But back to his lament. As he said, he does not want to be here. Why? Because his regrown limbs are being planned on being cut off again, mind you, and being served in a f*cking feast?? What kind of bullsh*t is that??

Anyway, he's currently hiding in one of the backrooms, 'cause who would voluntarily have their limbs chopped off?? Not him, obviously.

But just as he was making his escape plan, someone had entered that room he was in.

F*ck.

Act 5

Okay, nevermind. False alarm.

Turns out, the guy who came in was here to help him escape.

You can imagine his surprise when one of the guys who were helping was that guy who fed him when he was a hobo.

Yeah, the red head.

They had some small talk before eventually falling into complete silence as they were escaping.

Well it was silent until his fellow escapees clothes were as red as his hair.

Damn Hansel.

Act 6 (first-person)

You're back to where it all started.

Who knew killing Hansel would end you up back in his office?

And really, after all that had happened,

you were tired.

So you let him do whatever he wanted to do to you.

Who would've guessed that your death was on his bucket list?

Epilogue ("the blonde"'s POV)

He didn't mean to do it.

He swears he didn't.

And yet, when he looks back at the pool of red your making on his floor, he grins.

He doesn't want to, but he does.

After all, the color red symbolizes love and passion,

doesn't it?

so uhh

bonus epilogue?? idk

He felt numb.

Well, as numb as a corpse can be.

He was content dying this way, actually.

At least it's finally over. He thought, as he let out his final breath.

...

Or well, he thought it was over.

That was until a certain someone kicked him in the ribs.

"Ow! What the f*ck??"

"Oh. Your alive."

And thus, began his life in hell.

ngl the "bonus epilogue" is just a prologue to a nonexistent sequel lol

it was gretel btw. the certain someone.

soooo let me now how i can improve this trash of a story because i have no idea if its good or not

like pls. i need feedback.

#i need feedback #original story #I think #idk man #sodikken

[irrfahrer]

why did it take you so long to tell me? how long have you been holding this in? {from smuggler!ben}

PROMPTS FOR ANGSTY CONVERSATIONS!

The second the airlock closed behind them, Ziv threw her back against the door, because for a moment, just a moment, it seemed to bend under the force of flesh crushing against it from the other side. By Bens hasty question the Tynnans head snapped up with a loud, bae teethed growl. A loud snarl that was almost as loud as the screaming dead flesh on the other side of the door: "Oh spare me the kriffing ' how long have you been holding that in' stuff, you did not asked any question when you dragged my out of the carbonite by the kriffing tail! Like 'holding in' What exactly? That I was raised in the kriffing Jedi Temple and than discharged to be a kriffing worthless farmer? That I melted a Clonetroopers face by Healing his flesh into speeding up the celldeviding until the cells started to rot? That there is a sentient Cub-Orchid hanging around my neck to which I am nothing but a mushroom of lifeenergy to eat from and which will die when its sepperated from me more than a metre, but which I can not leave alone because its kriffing sentient and I happen to want to serve all life? I mean seriously, its a kriffing baby-cub do you want me to leave and let die a kriffing baby-cub? Who would do that? Kriff if its a kriffing plant, its still a kriffing baby-cub!" Pelt bristled like fom electricity Ziv pushed herself away from the door and ran over to the transperisteelwall that allowed them to look into the hangar below this room- when they had landed in the stardestroyers hangar it had been empty beside a few thirty year old ships that ahd been standing in the dark hangar like skeletons. The cargoboxes had been still there, the starships had been still there, the emergency lighting had activated as soon as their ship had landed in the hangar, so the hangar had almost looked like it had not been changed in the last thirty yeas in which it had been abandoned. The client had said that the stardestroyer had been abandoned in deep space, floating through the vaccum like a dead fish in the vast ocean, but filled with every recource a suddenly left behind vessle of the empire had. Rescources that were good to make credits. Recources that would be shared fairly with Ben when he would fly to the coordinates the client had found out.

What had waited for Ben and Ziv had ben just what the client had told them- a whole stardestroyer left behind, floating through space with black scuttles like a meteroit made of durasteel, cold, unharmed, unmoving, dead, left behind. It had been the smell that had been strange. A smell that greeted them in the forgotten hangar. A thick, sweet scent that had lay over everything like a damp layer of wetness. The storm had still slept away from the hangr but was stilled awake with every little wave of vibration of lifeforce that was Ben and Ziv moving through the stardestroyers corridors. Now the hangar was nolonger empty but full of bodies moving and screaming.

A ocean of dead, rotten flesh searching for them blindly, ready to drown them.

The Orchid in the Pendant hanging around her neck shifted and twitched, pressing against the transperisteel of the pendant and against Zivs chest beyond it like a scared trembling child. Automatically she lay a small paw over the pendant. The tynnan did not needed to cure her bad eyesight to see that there was no way through the hangar back to their ship: "Or hat that Orchid is the ingredient to a Sith-ritual to archive kriffing immortality but also causes the outbreak of a kriffing sentient, highly telepathic virus that had been taken by the Empire thirty years ago and turned into a bioweapon? Like, seriously, maybe the orchid could have warned me before we came here, kriffing yes, but I am not the telepathic Kriffer of both of us, for I HAVE A MINDSHIELD THE SIZE OF A KRIFFING BANTHAS DICK SO DON´T COME AT ME WITH GETTING A WARNING FROM A KRIFFING TELEPATHIC FLOWER!" Along with the Tynnan rising her voice a loud crack filled the room as a cracked line suddenly ran through the transperisteel scuttles going out to the hangar below, caused by Zivs telekinetic outburst. The young woman flinched, looked at the crack startled and then, frustrated but more calm, added with a low hiss:

"My kriffing apologize I did not lay down my whole kriffing lifestory to you, you know, I DO try to keep the orchid a secret and its not my fault that this telepathic baby-cub stirrs around in your mind, why don´t YOU rise up your mindshield, hm?! Maybe you could have gotten the warning, if you would have listened more carefully?! But no, kriffing no, you come at me with 'how long have you been holding that in'! Thank you very much;thats so kriffing useless!"

[ @kylo-wrecked ]

#kylo-wrecked #get verbally wrecked ben #by 120 cm of fluff #Ben wandering on Hans footsteps #right into a stardestroyer full of zombies #also yeh #Ziv is immune to the airborne virus #because she has the immunuesystem of a bat on crack #as is Han canonly #so your Ben is probably through the wonders of genetic also pretty much immune to the airborne strain

[malikalsayfs]

Assassin’s Creed Revelations [32/?]

“No books. No wisdom. Just you fratello Mio. Requiescat in pace, Altaïr.”

#acedit #ezio auditore #Altaïr ibn la'ahad #assassin's creed #assassin's creed revelations #gamingedit #gamingnetwork #dailygaming #dailyvideogames #acrevisit #tuserautumn #userezio #my gifs #hhhgsdmfmdfs I don't think I'll?? ever get over this scene #just seeing altaïr in general makes me emotional #but especially his final years #like. #lord. #in theory I understand that he made the best choice to seal himself away with the apple #but also why did he have to die alone in a dark and cold empty room ubisoft how could you do this to me personally

[chocoenvy]

"i hate that i still care for you." part 1/3

part two part three

ALL THE SUPPORT ON MY FIRST POST ALMOST KILLED ME I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YALL??? Anyways, I had wanted to explore more of what i had last time but ended up with a slightly different concept. I hope to build on both concepts seperately in the future but for now have this splurge

Warnings: suicide ideation, cult behavior, slight yandere content

Your head was heavy and swimming with an ocean of thoughts. The schools of fish were being eaten by sharks in your mind, and you were ready to be swallowed alive.

Dragonspine was cold, biting your skin. Your fingers were red and numb. They felt ready to fall off. You thought Teyvat would be different. When you had been randomly transported here out of the blue, you assumed at worst the characters wouldn't know you and how much love and care you had put into them.

But there was a much much worse option.

They hated you. The characters you adored and nurtured from level one to nintey, hated your guts. Why? You asked yourself everyday. Why did they hate you?

You tried to ask, you assumed Jean would be willing to listen to you. She was the acting grand master of the city of freedom after all, so you assumed a fair trial or something came with that. But she chased you out of Mondstat, and you escaped by the skin of your teeth.

Would she have killed me? You wonder sometimes, If I hadn't ran, would she?

Thoughts like that of your bevloved characters... it made it hard to live. The only thing keeping you alive was your own will and it was breaking. You didn't have much of a will in your own world, much less now that literally everyone even the players you had given powerful weapons and artifacts, those you had grinded days for to get them to their full potential.

Everybody you adored hated you.

A sob escaped past your lips and you shivered. Dragonspine was quiet. It wasn't welcoming but neither were the gates of Mondstat, Liyue, or Inazuma. The lack of people just made it better.

A dark part of your mind slithered it's way in the rational. Corrupted your will to live and be strong, injecting doubt into you. Wouldn't it be better to jump down from the top of Dragonspine?

You ignored the thought. Rationel took over quickly as that was it's job. You needed food and shelter. Somewhere nobody would hurt you but you also wouldn't freeze to death.

I wonder... In the corner of your eye, just like on the screen of the game, you could "see" a minimap of where you were. Is Albedo in his lab?

You had nowhere else to go, so you decided why not? The worse that could happen was...

Well the worst that could happen was that you'd die. And that's not that bad is it?

You trudged your way to Albedo's lab. It wasn't that hard considering the teleportation devices all around Teyvat still worked for you, but with your weak body it was absolutely exahausting.

Collapsing in the workshop, you found that it was empty.

Thank God. You sighed.

A fire was lit and you scurried towards it on your hands and knees. Scraping your already battered and scarred skin. You huddled in on yourself and idly watched the fire. Your body grew warmer and your brain became foggier. Eventually, your body curled in on itself and you were out like a light.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

That was quite a while ago. Albedo had found you and warmed you up, able to recognize you without any trouble. He could feel it. The feeling of you possessing him when you were merely a force that could control characters. When you chose to play him, it was intoxicating, and touching your real body with his hands was gratifying.

With Albedo's support, he and what was left of Khaenri'ah were now your loyal acolytes. Those that had harmed you came knocking on your doorstep, begging for forgivenss. It was enough to get you drunk on power.

But paradise wasn't perfect. Far from it. You sat at a table alone, awaiting the three archons' arrival. Despite the khaenrians' and the abyss princesses' pleas, you needed to do this. You needed to face them.

The door opened, "Your grace-" The immediately began, trying to save their own skin from what they expected to be your wrath.

"Save it." You snapped, facing away from them. You took a deep breath. They'd listen to their god right? They'd listen to a merciless god... right? Your hands shook knowing they were behind you but you had to get it out, "What you did to me was unforgivable. I was- I am so scared to just walk outside! And for what? Just 'cause I look like your god? No- because I am your god! What is up with all of you, you act like children!" You snarled at your own lap, refusing to turn to look at them. You knew what would happen if you did. "I don't care if someone is actually trying to copy my looks, as long as they're not claiming to be me I don't want any harm to befall them. If they claim to be me I will handle them. You will not touch them. Nobody deserves that especially since-" Shit. You sniffled and wipped your nose with your sleeve, "Especially since I cared so much for you. I-" You inhaled shakily, this was the revenge you dreamed for. Right?

Wrong.

"If I was dead, would they all be happy?"

They didn't wait for the rest of your spiel, they shouted their protests at once.

You raised a hand and they fell silent. "I wondered that everyday. I loved you guys so much. You were the characters- the people I nurtured into unstoppable forces not even the abyss could stop." A hiccup escaped your mouth, tears fell from your eyes. You know what'll happen if you look back- You turned your head to gaze at the three archons bowing before your chair, their heads downcast, shame leaking from their eyes in the form of dewy teardrops. You smiled, a small scoff passing your lips, "And yet despite all you've put me through," Your gaze softened, "I still adore you."

#sagau #genshin sagau #cult genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin self aware #self aware genshin #oops my hand slipped #this was supposed to be more edgy #ended up exposing myself as an archon simp